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trashchildren2021-06-24 07:33 pm
theodorelasso) wrote in trashchildren2021-06-24 07:33 pm
Ted stands there running his fingers through her hair longer than he needs to, it becoming just a comforting gesture as he smiles at the way she's leaning against him and relaxing.
Eventually he sets the shower back, then holds his hand out for the loofah. "Shall I do your back?"
Eventually he sets the shower back, then holds his hand out for the loofah. "Shall I do your back?"
Part of her wishes they could just stay that way indefinitely. She's so comfortable, and feeling so safe and loved. But she knows it has to come to an end eventually, if only to prevent becoming wrinkled beyond recognition.
She smiles and sits up, then hands him the loofah. "Yes please."
She smiles and sits up, then hands him the loofah. "Yes please."
"Could really do with a bathtub in here," he muses. He'd love to combine the hot water and grooming with cuddling and comfort. He puts some more soap on the loofah, and moves her hair in front of her shoulder, and just starts gently washing her back and sides.
"We have a bathtub back in New York," she says as she bends forward a little. "Apartments in London are too small in a lot of ways, but you really see it in the bathrooms."
While she has no intention of leaving London any time soon, there are things about New York that she misses, things even as small as the brownstone's bathtub.
While she has no intention of leaving London any time soon, there are things about New York that she misses, things even as small as the brownstone's bathtub.
"Yeah, and you get a lot of those really narrow, tall apartments. I'm sure you have those in New York too, but you don't really get that in Overland Park, you know," says, moving around her and carefully crouching down in front of her so he can wash her legs and feet.
She smiles down at him and touches his cheek, then his hair.
"There's a lot more space in Kansas," she remarks. "London and Brooklyn are both on islands." Then, more softly: "I would love to go to Kansas with you someday."
"There's a lot more space in Kansas," she remarks. "London and Brooklyn are both on islands." Then, more softly: "I would love to go to Kansas with you someday."
"We'll get there," he answers with smile and a quiet confidence, a belief that everything will work out in the end. "After all this excitement, we really need a vacation," he adds with a soft chuckle.
"We do," she agrees, smiling back at him. She shares his belief that everything will work out in the end, but she does wonder where that will be. London might be the best for the two of them, but she wonders if he'll get homesick for Kansas, or if she'll get homesick for New York.
"Whatchu thinking about?" he asks curiously, noting her thoughtfulness as he gets back to his feet.
She smiles a little at the question, Ted demonstrating his attentiveness. "Just wondering about our hometowns," she says. "And what to do if we get homesick at some point."
"Oh, I get homesick all the time," Ted answers honestly, idly scrubbing himself with the loofah now. "But at this point I'll get homesick for London too, whenever I end up leaving it."
"Yeah, me too," Joan says softly. She pauses, frowning faintly, thinking about his use of the word 'whenever.' "Do you think you'll end up leaving it?"
"Unless Henry decides to move to London," he answers, giving her a soft smile. "I'd like to at least be on the same continent at some point. Maybe not next month, maybe not even next year... But yeah, definitely."
He might have unfinished business here, but... there's only so much time he can justify missing of Henry's upbringing. Almost dying has only made that even more clear.
He might have unfinished business here, but... there's only so much time he can justify missing of Henry's upbringing. Almost dying has only made that even more clear.
She gets that, even if it makes her sad. She's not sure where she would fit in that picture, but she's always known that he will choose his son over her if it ever comes down to it.
"He could come here," she offers quietly. "You could share custody with Michelle. We've talked about that before. It could be a wonderful thing for him to have a home here with you in London."
"He could come here," she offers quietly. "You could share custody with Michelle. We've talked about that before. It could be a wonderful thing for him to have a home here with you in London."
"Or he could come live with us in New York," he points out. He gives a shrug. He's not saying that's what they should do, he just wants her to know that he considers the option to be on the table. That he does very much consider her wants and needs when it comes to this stuff. And he knows he's most of the reason she's even staying in London to begin with.
She looks up at him at that, understanding now that she absolutely has a place in whatever life he chooses. Whatever life they choose.
She gives him a smile. "I think there's the most here for both of us. But we can find what works for us."
She reaches out for his hand.
She gives him a smile. "I think there's the most here for both of us. But we can find what works for us."
She reaches out for his hand.
Ted takes her hand, and also bends down to give her a kiss for good measure. He would hug her if the angle wasn't making it kind of hard.
"I don't think there's much of a rush to figure it out," he adds. First they need to get better. Then there's everything that's going to happen with Rupert. And if he does leave the team, it won't be like this. He wants to do right by them too.
"Now, how about we get out of here before we turn into raisins?" he adds with a smile.
"I don't think there's much of a rush to figure it out," he adds. First they need to get better. Then there's everything that's going to happen with Rupert. And if he does leave the team, it won't be like this. He wants to do right by them too.
"Now, how about we get out of here before we turn into raisins?" he adds with a smile.
She smiles into that kiss. "Definitely no rush," she agrees. Right now they don't have to worry about anything besides taking care of each other and getting better.
"No raisining," she agrees playfully. "It'll also be nice to snuggle in bed with you for a while." Breakfast and a shower are proving to be the limit of her energy.
"No raisining," she agrees playfully. "It'll also be nice to snuggle in bed with you for a while." Breakfast and a shower are proving to be the limit of her energy.
"Sounds good," he answers, turning off the shower and going to get towels, handing one to her, and using the other to start drying her hair and her back gently, getting all the spots that are hard for her.
Joan accepts the towel with a smile and starts drying herself the best she can. It feels good to have Ted gently drying her hair and her back, and she closes her eyes to enjoy the sensation.
Once she's done she rests the towel in her lap.
Once she's done she rests the towel in her lap.
Ted dries her legs and feet as well, then grabs a fresh towel, which he puts on her shoulders, and puts her hair on top of it. He picks up the corners of the towel, then stares at them with a soft thoughtful frown. "...How do you do the turban thing I always see ladies do?"
Joan chuckles at that. "Here," she says, carefully leaning forward and bowing her head. "Drape my hair up and over my head, then wrap the towel around from the nape of my neck to my forehead."
"Okay.." Ted answers, though it's clear he's not entirely confident. He does what she says though, and with a little finagling and her guidance, they manage to get it done, her hair all wrapped up.
Then he goes and takes a different towel, and does the same to himself, even though there's not as much hair for the turban to hold onto. "How do I look?" he asks. While still otherwise naked and damp, of course.
Then he goes and takes a different towel, and does the same to himself, even though there's not as much hair for the turban to hold onto. "How do I look?" he asks. While still otherwise naked and damp, of course.
He looks delightfully silly, and Joan can't help but laugh.
"Utterly ridiculous," she says with a grin. "And I love it."
"Utterly ridiculous," she says with a grin. "And I love it."
"So business as usual then, huh?" he asks with a chuckle, then goes to grab the smaller of the two bathrobes that has obviously been supplied for them.
"Here, give me your arms," he says, helping her on with it, while being careful not to graze the wet floor with it.
"Here, give me your arms," he says, helping her on with it, while being careful not to graze the wet floor with it.
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